Then I could take a walk around.
And see what there is to see,
And time is just a melody.
The jade monster lumbered across the vast, empty desert. As if in a globe of sand being shaken once, twice and for all eternity, a sandstorm blew across the wasteland. The continous beating of particles against the beast peeled his flesh away step by step, in a bid to demolish the gigantic being, to strip him to his bares bones, and eventually, nothingless.
Spare a thought for Frankenstein, spare his feelings, spare them words.
The girl in the white labcoat waved frantically at the mob surrounding the green hulk towering behind her. "No, he means no harm to us! He.. " She stopped in her tracks as a stone flew past her shoulder and strike the creature she was trying to shield. Before she could yell out, scream out, or even utter a single word, sticks, bricks, everything found lying on the streets made their way in her direction, finding their target in the mammoth hulk.
The creature cowered for a few moments. But they were hurting her, hell, they were hurting him. He knew he could strike out, he knew all it needed was a swipe of his gigiantic palm, and they would be swatted away like flies. But he couldn't do it, something in him didn't want him to, that something that had kept those herculean hands to himself all this while.
He grabbed the woman by the waist, and leaped. Into the sky, towards the hills.
Inspired by: Frankenstein, The Hulk, Van Helsing.
Go on, try figuring that out. It isn't that hard to.
If you hadn't realise, words do kill.
And judging by the shards of broken friendships around me, it'd be a wonder to miss that out.
posted by cigarettelove @ 4:23 AM
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